Chapter 45

Scott laughed again. “I was just calling you to see if…”

I got his gist. “Go for it, dude. If he makes you happy, and keeps fucking you the way he did last night—eat it up.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he agreed, the hunger in his voice apparent.

“Easy, boy.”

“I love you, Theo.”

“Yeah, love you, too, bro.”

“Good luck with Jeremy.”

“Thanks. I’m fucking nervous as hell, actually,” I blurted, realizing it was all too true.

“Were you ever this nervous with me?”

“Uhm, no?”

“With Dale?”

“No.”

“Interesting.”

“What does thatmean?”

“It means, Theo, don’t fuck this up.”

* * * *

I stood at the threshold of his townhouse.

Jeremy and his sister had bought the place when they’d emigrated from Wales, with money from their parents’ estate. I’d never been here before; Jeremy had basically lived with Heather for as long as we’d been friends with him. Apparently, Jeremy’s sister didn’t live here either; she’d recently gotten engaged to a navy guy.